Before the cancer came along, he was unhappy. His wife was too, and, rightly or wrongly they didn’t talk about it enough, both kind of (internally) ...laming the other and deciding that, like a lot of unhappy parents, staying together for the sake of the kids was the best thing to do. He adored his kids, and to be honest, he couldn’t think of anything worse than leaving them, even though he knew deep down that they would survive and probably be better off, but he just couldn’t do it.So, he. This is the story of how I became the sissy cocksuckerthat I am today.Before I get into my obsession with sucking cocks I want to give you alittle background. I have always loved women's clothing. As a small childI remember looking at my older sister wearing all these pretty dressesand wondering how it would feel to put them on. When I was about 10 Itried on my first bra and instantly fell in love with the feeling. As theyears progressed I started wearing more and more of my sister's. I think were talking about sex in general, who of the girls in school we'd like to fuck and stuff including our own cocks - how big we were, how often we wanked etc. We were both complete virgins. We must have been walking back from somewhere as we both needed a piss and went to the nearby loo. As we stood at the urinals, we ended up glancing at each other. I think I said something like, "so what does it look like when it's up". He was non committal and just stood then and having finished. She wanted it fast and hard, and she rocked back and forth to make sure she got it that way. After a few minutes, I shot my load into the condom. I pulled out of her and threw the condom in the trash. Kelsey put my shirt on and went out back to smoke a cigarette. I put the shorts back on and went out with her. We sat down in the pool chairs again because it was cooler outside than it was in the apartment with the power out. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a bit.I awoke to find Kelsey's hand.